Well, folks, I've overcome all but one obstacle in my 9-month quest to become a licensed driver. I got my learner's permit, passed driving school, practiced driving for more than 40 hours with a very competent licensed driver (during which, I only smacked into someone else's car one time), passed my driver's test, got my parents' care gifted and re-titled to myself, and got a parking permit for my apartment building. Now all I need to do is get a ride to my parents' house, get in the car and get it over to my building. Yeah, that's right. I am now the legal owner of a 1993 silver Toyota Camry station wagon. What could possibly be more badass than a 12 year-old, silver station wagon passed onto me by my suburbanite parents? At the young, tender age of 23, even?? I'll tell you what-- a newly licensed, 23 year-old driver riding in a 12 year-old silver station wagon with George Thorogood's "Bad to the Bone" playing on repeat!! In comparison, you feel uncool just reading this, don't you? Aren't you excited and happy for me? Of course you are! After all I've done for you people, you'd better be.